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Black, the Poem

Hyn Edwit is a university student who writes poems and stories reflecting his inner thoughts.

Black

was when you heard nothing

but the increasingly loud ringing in your ears

you held out your hand

and touched

someone else's...


You recognized the same

rough and long

fingers --- cold

and unmoving


Black

was when you didn't let go, rubbing

his hand to warm him only

for you to feel the cold

again


Black

was the heaviness in your eyes, liquid

scalding the back of your

hands every once in a while,

and the soreness

of your throat

lingers


Black

was not hearing his laugh

again, black was not

tasting his dishes

every dinner, black was

smelling his scent but

unable to hug him once more


Still...

Black is not hearing his laugh

again, not tasting his dishes

every dinner, smelling his scent

but unable to hug him once more


But,

Black

is when you hear nothing but

the increasingly loud ringing

in your ears, black is

you humming his favorite

song, black is you

holding his pen and telling

him stories...


Black is

you

slowly

smiling


© 2020 Hyn Edwit

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